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I can’t help thinking that everything has led me to this moment, but if I could have just one more thing it would be my luggage.

I have literally no dry clothes to change into.

“We’ll figure something out,” Thorn tells me, reading my mind.

I’m not sure if he means just my clothes, or my whole life in general from now on.

I’d love a fresh change of clothes, but I’d forgo clothes forever if it meant staying with him.

Just like this, right now in his truck. I could handle that forever.

I know he’s wide awake, I can hear and feel his heart against my face. Me? I feel like I could sleep for a year and after fighting it for as long as I can, I slip into a deep sleep in Thorn’s arms.

I dream of a big house, right in the middle of a forest of tall trees. The sun’s shining and Thorn’s waving over to me, but there’s someone else with me.

A little person.

It all feels so much like real life I can’t even pretend I’m dreaming. It’s a snapshot of my dream life with Thorn.

A single moment, a feeling.

When I wake up, it’s only because I can’t feel him next to me. I can’t feel his warmth, even though the cab of the truck is plenty warm.

A little too warm.

Chapter Ten

Thorn

I’ve been caught in the rain enough, worked outside long enough to work out how to get stuff dry in a pinch.

The truck’s heating is second to none, and in no time at all really, I’ve rigged Sophie’s clothes to dry in front of the heating as I get us closer to where I want her, but I’m still not entirely convinced she’d just up and leave all her responsibilities like this.

I mean, where’s her bag? I haven’t even seen a purse. Don’t all girls have a purse? Something?

I feel my hands gripping the wheel extra hard, turning it over in my mind as I scan the interior mirror for a second time, making sure I can take some more of her perfect shape lying there as she sleeps.

I don’t know if you’re in any real trouble, Sophie, but I’m here now. Whatever it is, we’ll work it out.

Try as I might, the sound and motion of us moving at speed down the highway again wakes her eventually and my hand absently goes to her drying jeans, satisfied I’ve managed to get her clothes dry.

“Hey sleepyhead,” I smile at her as she sits up, looking panicked for a split second, then her dreamy look returns and she slumps back a little.

“Hi… I thought… I don’t know what I thought,” she groans, laughing to herself.

“I dried your clothes, but you can scoot up here in that blanket anytime you want,” I tell her, trying not to sound like I need her closer more than ever, and probably failing.

“What time is it?” she asks, noticing the darkness outside before spying the digital readout on the huge dashboard.

“Oh wow,” she murmurs.

“You probably needed it, like your lunch,” I tell her, sounding like an old woman again, but I really am concerned.

Give her time, Thorn. She’ll tell you what’s what when she feels like it.

I struggle not to ogle her as she makes her way into the front passenger seat, wrapped in her blanket and buckling herself in.

“No,” I say firmly, and she looks at me, slightly worried until I lean over, lifting the blanket from her chest so I can see more of her as I drive.

“That’s better,” I tell her, and figure it’s safe to turn down the heat. Her clothes are dry and I know I’ve got plenty to keep me warm just from looking at her.

“I like to look at you,” I tell her shamelessly. “You’re so beautiful.”

She blushes and looks away.

“Well. You are!” I tell her again, and she mutters something about me speaking for myself, but I have to focus.

Maybe having her naked under a blanket when I’m driving isn’t such a good idea.

“Ummmm,” she says after a few minutes. I raise my brows in question.

“The truck doesn’t have a bathroom, does it?” she asks shyly and I quickly check my location on the GPS.

“Uh, no it doesn’t but we can make a stop in around ten minutes, if you can wait?” I ask, sympathetic to the need. But having no idea really, for me, a stop and a tree is usually good enough.

“I can handle that,” she smiles, and I feel relieved then another familiar feeling as her hand strays out, reaching for mine which goes to her like a magnet

Two sides of something drawn together, no matter what.

“There’s a road house up ahead,” I tell her. “We can grab a bite, I think it even has showers,” I offer but feel the same way when she screws her nose up.

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